100 word flash fiction
Someone knocks on my door. I open it up to see a man in a suit.
"Are you Ms. Wilton?" He asked, pulling out his badge.
"Why yes, I am, Why don't you come in?" I led him inside.
We sit on the couch across from one another, I ask him why he's here.
He replies, "Why you see miss, we've been investigating into your husband's murder. I have some questions."
"Why that? It was almost 40 years ago?"
"Yes but some new information has come to light."
I smile, but pray that they never find out the truth.
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There Is No Happily Ever Afters - A collection of short stories
Fiksi UmumI found my dream sitting in a creative writing class, just some teenager who explores the passion of writing and hopes to be an inspiring author.
